Two Boys Generations Apart Poem by Michael Roysdon

'The clock ticks just a little more and I
Feel the same as I did 10 days ago.'
Words Whispered to one who is scared to die,
used to satisfy and fuel the ego.

Age and wisdom taking stride in his tone,
yet showing his compassion for the young;
and was taking on a well strung out throne.
He smiles just as before he begun.

At the speaking of those few syllables,
my heart became locked in a sense of grief,
mourning the loss those who were able
to catch the meaning of each fallen leaf.

The man's subtle approach was rested then;
and I found a way to avoid pretend.